Passion my thoughts are at the conception of a thought. Twisted neurons pulsating my temples looking for away to escape!
No I can't let them escape!! Thoughts become words, words become verbs, verbs are nothing but actions that sooner or later will become tangible. My thoughts are as deadly as ether but as smoothing as a kiss to the forehead. I can not let my thoughts sip out for if they merge with his thoughts and her thoughts then it will be our thoughts.......NO NO NO NO, I just want the passion behind my thought……BACK…. Her thought lacks passion; His thought is just plain evil. Can I please just have my thought back; I never meant to share it with him, her, them, they and now we….are WE…Look at what become of my shared thought, holocaust AK-47, 9mm, Semi Auto's, Anthrax, HIV...Why ol Why did I let my thought escape, 1812, 1941, Desert Storm, 911, Operation Freedom revenge for my father’s attempted assassination. My thought was never meant to be shared. Its to late there's no getting my thought back now others infiltrated my thought and redesign it so many times I don’t even know the passion behind my thought anymore. But with the once of passion left my thought called out to me and said to me, 'I never should of tried to escape in you I had passion and love. I am no longer that passionate thought anymore others have merged with the innocent I intended to extend to the world and changed me. So with my last ounce of passion I shed to you a tear of sorrow for I am no longer a thought anymore...War is what they call me...
